This was a poem that was written from broken-heartedness, grief, melancholy, sookiness, tiredness, loneliness, sadness [and S.A.D!], and other assorted shades of grey like the Melbourne winter which created it. I hope it feels kind of broken, but with a sort of unity as well. [There are allusions to Sappho, Bob Dylan, and someone else too.]

Matt Hetherington is a writer and musician living in Brisbane, after 18 winters in Melbourne. Some current inspirations are: Luce and Jess, the Wire, electric-period Miles Davis, the Master Musicians of Joujouka, Justin Heazlewood, Queensland sunshine, and organic fruit and vegetables. And coffee, too